Wanted to go night cycling at east coast till probably around 10/11pm but all the rental shops closed either at 9 or 945, which didnt make sense because we were there at around 845/850.
Dom literally flew off Wayne's bike, because of a mix up of left brake and right brake.
Apparently, if you sing a song to the people working at Macs, you get a free ice cream cone.
And it goes like this, "Ah sst sst oh sst sst shiok ah!"
I really don't know why we're such enthusiasts.
Sorry for the poor quality of pictures.
Compressed Canon isn't very good.
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